I don't work in a den of iniquity like shrift, let's be clear.

And I say you haven't lived until you've had a policy discussion with your coworkers about how much booty is too much booty!

But that's work-related! I mean, it is, right?

Yes, it's work-related. It still can be a bit awkward when a random coworker walks behind your desk when a website you're reviewing finishes loading and you're looking at cock shot.

ION, I want a Peanut Butter Cup Cake!

I do sometimes wonder if there are people in my office who think I spend all day on gambling sites while looking at porn.

Batmoose has reminded me that Maria's sister was calling us her "Bat-friends" yesterday. Awesome!

I totally want a funnel cake now! I got no paczi (I'm not going back to check and I'm sure I've left a consonant out) and no pancake today.

I did have some delicious baguette...not the same.

how much booty is too much booty!

Now I have that song "Too Much Booty In the Pants" in my head.

Since I'm battling sinus funk, I should read a bit more in the Barbara Hambly novel I'm reading and go to bed. And not put on another 90 minute episode of Inspector Lewis.

Heh. In the last few hours, I told Maria to send her my greetings b/c as usual, I was on the phone with Maria when her sister tried to reach her. I think she likes the Bat People for sure, now. We all definitely had a good conversation.

Dag, Matilda was doing her homework which involves drawing a picture and writing a sentence regarding the book she just read.

So she copied (not traced) a picture of a horse in the book and it's really good. Horses are hard! I mean, if I drew that horse I'd be patting myself on the back for a week. It's got excellent proportion, good linework and some expressionistic details on the mane.

I was on a conference call with a business user that was changing her mind and forgetting a requirement we'd explicitly set, so I was predictably irritated, and precisely as I hung up my home phone, my work phone rang over the PC--the project manager I just hung up with somehow managed to call me before I could set my phone down.

Which of course means it's really important, right? Yes, he assures me.

What's a good dark rum?

I haven't been able to work out if he knew I was at home and could check my liquor cabinet (which took way too long and made way too much noise), or he expected me to have the precise recommendation off the tip of my tongue.

I told him to get the 12 year old Appleton, in case you're about to go shopping.

Jamie Lee Curtis is on NCIS tonight, and I'm going to have to assume her line about being lactose intolerant was a meta joke.

OK, someone on the East Coast tell me Glee gets better? Because at the moment (all of 20 minutes in on DVR delay) it's just freakin' depressing me!